The clock strikes 6. In the distance, the camp alarm faintly sounds, calling all who sleep within to awake.
Her consciousness comes into focus, and her eyes open. She gets up from the bed. A gray and rather spartan room greets her, with a squarish eye that stares unnervingly, its unblinking gaze leading into a cold and gray world outside. A world that is equally cold and gray as her.
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Art: Azureon
Written by: Azureon
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